Wednesday, March 27, 2013

No Ideas But in Spring

Is it just me, or 
did a stouter sun try 
searing through the clouds this morning?

Am I wrong, or
did a sweeter smell of 
mud float by on fresher air?

If it seems I'm 
dreaming spring, if the 
thaw is just a thought I'm having,

Just leave me
be and let my everbearing 
adverbs cast their shams of shadows--

My concept
may be sleepy, but
it's hard work building strawberries.